The sound of night, a sound; it's the sound of rain
Pouring down from the sky is a sound of what color?

Relativity mid-conceptualization
The days to follow in this direction...

High-schoolers paint color into their hair,
elementary-schoolers paint mud onto their faces,
and then, and then, and then, and then,
they can't tell one color from another anymore
Middle-schoolers paint color onto their arms,
college students paint color onto their lungs
That's why, that's why, that's why, that's why...

The world outside the palette of aluminum foil,
what sorts of colors is it painted in?
Pouring down from the sky is the sound of sadness

From anger mid-creation
all the way to sadness mid-conception

I'm painted in colors here and there,
and you, too, are painted in colors here and there,
and then, and then, and then, and then,
we forget which color we were originally
Mixing with venomous colors,
let's dance a cheery waltz, despite everything
That's why, that's why, that's why, that's why, right now...

So that there will be color, so that you will be there too,
what am I supposed to do? I'll...

Do this.

It's about time that everyone noticed!
Noticed, and then met up here!
But why, but why, but why, but why?
Because why? It's not happening no matter what
Mixing with venomous colors,
let's dance a waltz while romancing
That's why, that's why, that's why,
That's why, that's why, that's why, right now...

And then our selves, now splattered and scattered everywhere
can no longer go back to the way they originally were
Why, why, why, why?
Because why? There's nothing we can do
With my grandly scattered self,
and with that venomously scattered kid, too
That's why, that's why, that's why,
That's why, that's why, that's why, right now...